Quiet days

Still, calm, chill , grey. March that came in roaring leonine gales. preparing to go out like a lamb.

The sweet early morning. Lark singing, ocean shining. No human sound. Utter peace

And light before six. so I was able at last to resume my weekly early morning small pilgrimage to the Church to clean and tidy. And pray in of course. :)
Every Church needs praying in..

I left the dwelling door open and when I looked back down the first straight stretch of lane. there was a scatter of four cats following...an amazing sight!

By the time I turned the corner, there were two. My oldest and the new boy.

My old one is around 14. He came as a rescue from a rescue cattery where there was an outbreak of feline enteritis, along with his 2 littermates. They were very very ill and one day he went awol and when I found him he was hiding under the water tank with that unmistakable look of death in his tired eyes. NO WAY! A skilled vet nurse ( I did not take the cats in as it is so infectious)    supplied a bottle of pink gunk and syringes and it worked  fast and sure. Lost one of them to a heart problem later but the two became my utterly devoted companions.

So this boy has followed me everywhere, with his sister close behind, until she died last autumn . He is on the left, My beloved cats

He will walk miles.  plodding along..  The young one races, diverts to fields, follows scents into fields....
but stays with us. Comes when called...

at the Church, old one walks sedately to the door, sits there, looking  at me to let him in. He has been to Church many times!

Young one? Clearly does not like it and cries a lot! He will learn.

So home and spring energy is in so a good session on housework and gardening.  Life burgeoning and growing.

My prayer table is in Lenten flowerless state but soon there will be marigolds and hedgerow leaves

So quiet hours and tranquil days. Island peace.